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Ralph Fletcher Seymour 

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My Mother 



God thought, and the Universe became. 



VII 



Perfection is a synonym of Spirit. 



VIII 



Forgiveness is enlightenment. 



IX 



The Universe is the Unity of all spiritual 
being. 



Truth and beauty are one, together they are 
love. 



XI 



Revery is a chaotic manifestation of dream 
images — not cerebral, but celestial. 



XII 



Visions are incorporeal cinematographs. 



XIII 



Time and space are material hallucinations. 



XIV 



Hopes are the fire-flies of destiny. 



XV 



An appreciation of intellect is an exhibition 
of brains. 



XVI 



A library is a garden — the reader gathers the 
honey of wisdom and wit. 



XVII 



Spiritual attainments are the oases in the 
desert of life — material joys are the mirages. 



XVIII 



We are never truly of the earth. The Spirit 
knows perfect freedom — its liberty is God's 
great gift to us. 



XIX 



Out of suffering is all beauty built — after a 
storm comes the rainbow, after soul-torment 
comes peace. 



XX 



Our existence on this earth is an episode m 
our Life of which death is but an incident. 



XXI 



As measured as the tides of ocean are the in- 
carnations of the soul. 



XXII 



Memory is not only a faculty of the mind, 
it is an attribute of the soul. 



XXIII 



To-day's idealists are the true thinkers of 
to-morrow. 



XXIV 



Monera is to man what the earth is to the 
universe. 



XXV 



Inspiration comes to one like the remem- 
brance of a long forgotten poem. 



XXVI 



A soul is a bird caught in the forests of In- 
finity, and caged in the human frame. 



XXVII 



One of the greatest experiences of earthly 
life is the ability to travel around the world 
— nay, the Universe, inside the four walls of 
home. 



XXVIII 



The powers of the soul are vaster than the 
giddy whirling of the planets, and deeper 
than the solemn hand of fate. 



XXIX 



God is the great Positive; this world is the 
negative. We cannot appreciate day without 
night; light without darkness; rest without 
labor; peace without suffering. The world 
was made that man might glimpse mortality 
— might see what God is not^ that in the life 
everlasting he may thereby understand that 
which God IS. 



XXX 



Not through the accumulation of learning 
but through the cultivation of our uncon- 
scious perceptions, do we enter — spiritually 
educated, — into the realization that Eternity 
is here and now. 



XXXI 



The Universe is a spiritual symphony, and 
our souls are being tuned to the Music of the 
Spheres. 



XXXIT 



The poem of the sea was created when God 
rhymed the Wind and the Waves. 



XXXIII 



Art is a mirror in which are reflected the 
emotions of the soul. 



XXXIV 



Each soul is the essence of God, therefore 
each soul is omnipotent. 



XXXV 



It is more important for a true friend to be 
in sympathy with one's joys than with one's 
sorrows. 



XXXVI 



A true friend is that person with whom one 
can safely air an atom of one's inner con- 
sciousness; pour out a drop from each of the 
varied phials of one's thought laboratory. 



XXXVII 



The most torrid wrath is cooled by time — 
moss as soft as velvet will grow on the hard- 
est stone. 



XXXVIII 



Wit is the language of the intellect; gentle- 
ness, the speech of the soul. 



XXXIX 



The day is dazzling or grey, but always light. 
It is a statement of fact. We see no farther 
than our earth — the sun gives light, the sky 
is but an airy and cerulean covering. The 
night is interrogatory, it is an immense ques- 
tion. The world then is but a fragment of 
the whole. The vastness of the firmament 
is beyond our grasp, we ask God Why and 
What and Where. 



XL 



One day we shall learn that the Universe 
would not be perfect without us; v/e are an 
eternal and complete part of the great whole, 
therefore we are the whole. 
Each ego represents the Universe. 



XLI 



To be a philosopher one must first possess the 
charming credulity of a child. The youngest 
looks with wonderment upon the common- 
place, — it is thus that a wise man contem- 
plates the Universe. 



XLH 



The creation of true beauty is spontaneous, 
— it is something ineffable that emerges from 
the spirit, a possession so precious that we 
must share it with the world. 



XLIII 



Meditations are moments in life's journey in 
which we pause, contemplate our souls, and 
then resume the tediousness of the hours. 
We do not measure spiritual values by the 
sands of the hour-glass but by the illimitable 
and everlasting pulse-beats of eternity. 



XLIV 



Our souls are constantly rising to a higher 
plane of thought and beauty; sometimes we 
are unconscious of this ascending but ever it 
surges within us. 



XLV 



Looking down from a lofty and wooded 
mountain trail upon a fertile and busy valley 
is a revelation of Deity. The people below 
are but puppets — marionettes, — and one 
seems to play the part of master of the fete. 
They are animated, live, die, work, play, fail 
and prosper, only by one's will. 



XLVI 



An artist is he who can express the nebulous 
ideas of a dreamer. He can change the poi- 
son of haunting memories into the nectar of 
beautiful dreams. The medium of expression 
matters not — writing, painting, music — or 
the gentle and heroic deeds of an unselfish 
soul. 



XLvn 



Dusk lends mystery to the prosaic. 



XLVIII 



November Day. 
Below, grey sea — white-foamed and roaring, 
Above — grey sky, a white gull soaring. 



XLIX 



